Many know me,
Yet few know my true smile...
The sound of bells,
The sound of laughter...
Roses are red
Violets are blue...
Whisper in my ear,
Tell me what I want to hear...
Denied of all our used to be`s!
First they come, the lies...
The devil works with great pride
deprived of poise and grace...
Can anyone tell me, why is she crying?
why is she talking about dying...
-----A firefly dances across obscured skies
-And the bellow of a jet plane sends it spinning...
Yesterday...I went to visit her...
I asked the doctors how she was doing...
Daddy you sat me on the bed and told me to listen
Tears were running down my face...
Giving in for the temptation
to reach the realms of reality...
When you slit your wrists,
is it a scream for help...